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for J.K. Rowling.
Ok everybody this is the sequel, the next story, continued later in the night, starting with Sophie and her point of view, that's right folks she's not that far gone, but you'll be surprised at what she does.
It was dark, that was all she could tell, the shapes she saw where shadows only slightly lighter then the darkness around them. She tried to move, but she couldn't, she'd been strapped to the bed. Sophie didn't know why she was tied to the bed; she really didn't want to go anywhere. 'Jeez if this is what they do to their patients, remind me never to be sick again.' Looking around she could see that Dean was awake and looking back at her, he was tied to the bed as well.
"Sophie?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a horse pained sound, which Sophie strained to hear.
"Yeah its me." She whispered, her thoughts had started to become fuzzy and all she wanted was some fresh air, the garlic that Madame Pomfrey had hung around their beds was starting to suffocate her.
"I need to get out side."
"Yeah, I know how you feel."
"I'm going to try to break loss, then I'll help you out." Sophie nodded, watching as Dean's muscles bulged against the tight straps. Suddenly one broke free from the hook that held it to the side of the bed. And like a domino affect the rest broke one right after the other. Dean slid out of the bed and unhooked the straps that held Sophie; his eyes glowed yellow behind the unnatural gray cloud that had a formed in front of the pupils. He made a motion for her to follow him out. Crouching low and hugging the walls they made their way out of the castle and into the forest.
*** She was sitting at the foot of a tree, the roots had grown to form a throne of a sort, and she sat on the roots as if they were made of gold. Her skin looked a transparent white in the moonlight; her long hair cast a veil around her face, the brown so dark it was almost black. She was older then she could remember, she'd seen the change and evolution of "the mortal creatures" as she often called them. As the two approached she stood with a grace that no other could imitate. Her eyes held an evil only some could imagine. They lit up when the two kneeled before her.
"Ah my slaves, I'm so glad you have come, your first test of loyalty has been passed. You still have much to prove however, and when you do, you shall join our noble race of vampires and help us conjure the humans that pollute this world."
"Thank you, our queen." They whispered, her poisonous words infecting their brains, their self-control and any thought that was their own leaving them entirely. Lasmoon, smiled down at them, their minds where hers to control now. She would use them to her satisfaction and if they where they type she required they would become undead like so many before them. But if they were anything like the unfortunate servants she seemed to be acquiring they would die, like they millions before them.
"Now go, act as though you're improving they will release you, then I want you to keep your ears and eyes open. When the time is right you will bring what you know to me."
They nodded, the yellow glimmers in their eyes glowing brighter by the second. They shuffled out of the clearing on their hands and knees until they were out of her sight and then they snuck back too the hospital wing. Lasmoon's smile turned into an evil sneer.
"They appear obedient enough, my lady." A vampire slid from the shadows near her elbow, "but how will they perform?"
"That is uncertain at the moment, Julian. But I think the male is just what I wanted, you have excellent taste. How did you acquire it?"
"My human life." Julian shuddered, the thought of being human now disgusting to him. "I was a homosexual and many said I had the best taste in men."
She laughed, her fangs sparkling in the moon light. "I knew I made you a vampire for a reason, my dear, you will be my toy hunter. You can have the second choice among the vampires; you will also command my army when I am not around too. How does that sound to you."
"I thank you, my lady, it will be my pleasure to be at your service."
"Good, I'm am glad this pleases you. You have done well for me." Julian turned to go, but her voice stopped him, "but one thing, I was not there when he was taken, I was else were, on business." She watched him, wanting to know if he would dare ask her what, like her last second hand, he had not been very smart, and not very tasteful, and she had staked[1] him.
"I understand, what do you wish to know of his taking."
She moved closer to him, her lips next to his ear. "How did he taste?"
***
Harry was carrying a bouquet of irises that he'd conjured, as he walked next to Loshea. She was digging around in her messenger bag as she talked, but every so often she'd stop and make a lot of gestures. Loshea talked a lot with her hands, a lot of gestures, sometimes she'd start using sign language, out of habit. One of her best friends in America had been deaf and had taught her how to sign. She'd invited Harry to come visit Sophie with her before they went down to dinner.
"Madame Pomfrey sent me an owl this morning, she said that they were improving and should be able to leave tomorrow morning. I'm kinda surprised but Madame Pomfrey knows best I guess." She looked over at Harry, who was staring at his feet. "You ok, Harry?"
"Hmmm." Harry looked up at Loshea, his eyes focusing on her for the first time.
"You seem out of sorts, whats up?"
"I don't know, I'm just thinking. Nothing is really wrong but I was just thinking about Sophie and Dean, how did they both get attacked like that, I swear Madame Pomfrey is out of her mind to let them go like that."
"You can't really judge Harry, we're not experts here." Loshea frowned down at her bag, and then she smiled and pulled out a sheet of parchment. "Here this is what she wrote me."
Harry glanced over the letter and shrugged. He picked at an imaginary piece of lint on his slacks as he followed Loshea into the hospital wing. He'd tried to look his best for Sophie, trying to tame is hair into something decent. Loshea looked her usual self, pretty in that 'I don't really care' kinda way. She was wearing a white men's dress shirt, tied up in the middle of her stomach, a black leotard, and green pair of shorts, with a pair of sandals. Her hair was wound in a tight bun at the back of her neck. Her skin glowed with the look of exercise. She had just finished working on her Pointe drills, and she looked contently tired.
"Sophie, how're you feeling?" Loshea sat on her sister's bed as she sat up to great the visitors.
"I'm fine, drained but fine." Sophie leaned closer to her sister and they started whispering back and forth. Harry looked over at Dean. He looked stronger then normal.
"Whats up dude." Dean asked rolling over so he was facing Harry."
"Just visiting Sophie." Harry said with a shrug trying to hide the flowers before Dean could see them. But unfortunately Deans eyes where faster then Harry's reflexes.
"Ah, visiting the girlfriend with the girlfriends sister, ah what a life huh."
Harry laughed lightly as the blushed spread down his neck.
"Hey Harry." Sophie leaned back against the pillows on her bed.
"Sophie! I brought you these, I figured they'd brighten it up around here a little." He handed the bouquet of lilies to Sophie.
"Thanks," She sat up and kissed him gently.
"We gotta get going to dinner Soph, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Loshea said
Sophie nodded and watched them exit though the door, Harry suddenly talking, while Loshea looked paler, and less sure of herself then when she walked in.
"Well, Miss Sophie. What have you learned form your sister?" Dean swung him self off the hospital bed and looked around for his shoes.
"Nothing important, she wanted to know if I was really all right, and blah blah blah." Sophie sighed, "She's such a noising bitch." Her eyes narrow, "where are you going?"
"I need to go for a walk." He said, as he moved toward the door, his eyes dark. The lights had started to hurt his eyes; he felt a strong urge to go out side into the open space. He had to get out of this confined area, with no room to breath in. He slipped out the great double doors and into the night. He meandered toward the forest, his eyes focused on a specific spot in the woods, as he got closer, a shape of a woman began to form, and then a shaft of moonlight fell on her, her white dress illuminated in the dark. She ran her tongue over her lips, and beaconed him toward her, he came full heartedly and let her take his hand and lead him into the woods.
"Come, my toy, let us have our fun." She whispered in his ear, and then all the things she would do to him, and what he would do to her. And then they disappeared into a flurry of skin and body parts. Then a moan like on of a wolf ripped though the night.
A/N- well one and all here we are, the sequel, sorry it took so long, I've been working on other story's for fictionpress.com, I'll try to keep this up as long as I can. ----------------------- [1] Basically she put a stake though his heart, you know the wooden kind, the only way vampires are destroyed. Well one way in this story.
Ok everybody this is the sequel, the next story, continued later in the night, starting with Sophie and her point of view, that's right folks she's not that far gone, but you'll be surprised at what she does.
It was dark, that was all she could tell, the shapes she saw where shadows only slightly lighter then the darkness around them. She tried to move, but she couldn't, she'd been strapped to the bed. Sophie didn't know why she was tied to the bed; she really didn't want to go anywhere. 'Jeez if this is what they do to their patients, remind me never to be sick again.' Looking around she could see that Dean was awake and looking back at her, he was tied to the bed as well.
"Sophie?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a horse pained sound, which Sophie strained to hear.
"Yeah its me." She whispered, her thoughts had started to become fuzzy and all she wanted was some fresh air, the garlic that Madame Pomfrey had hung around their beds was starting to suffocate her.
"I need to get out side."
"Yeah, I know how you feel."
"I'm going to try to break loss, then I'll help you out." Sophie nodded, watching as Dean's muscles bulged against the tight straps. Suddenly one broke free from the hook that held it to the side of the bed. And like a domino affect the rest broke one right after the other. Dean slid out of the bed and unhooked the straps that held Sophie; his eyes glowed yellow behind the unnatural gray cloud that had a formed in front of the pupils. He made a motion for her to follow him out. Crouching low and hugging the walls they made their way out of the castle and into the forest.
*** She was sitting at the foot of a tree, the roots had grown to form a throne of a sort, and she sat on the roots as if they were made of gold. Her skin looked a transparent white in the moonlight; her long hair cast a veil around her face, the brown so dark it was almost black. She was older then she could remember, she'd seen the change and evolution of "the mortal creatures" as she often called them. As the two approached she stood with a grace that no other could imitate. Her eyes held an evil only some could imagine. They lit up when the two kneeled before her.
"Ah my slaves, I'm so glad you have come, your first test of loyalty has been passed. You still have much to prove however, and when you do, you shall join our noble race of vampires and help us conjure the humans that pollute this world."
"Thank you, our queen." They whispered, her poisonous words infecting their brains, their self-control and any thought that was their own leaving them entirely. Lasmoon, smiled down at them, their minds where hers to control now. She would use them to her satisfaction and if they where they type she required they would become undead like so many before them. But if they were anything like the unfortunate servants she seemed to be acquiring they would die, like they millions before them.
"Now go, act as though you're improving they will release you, then I want you to keep your ears and eyes open. When the time is right you will bring what you know to me."
They nodded, the yellow glimmers in their eyes glowing brighter by the second. They shuffled out of the clearing on their hands and knees until they were out of her sight and then they snuck back too the hospital wing. Lasmoon's smile turned into an evil sneer.
"They appear obedient enough, my lady." A vampire slid from the shadows near her elbow, "but how will they perform?"
"That is uncertain at the moment, Julian. But I think the male is just what I wanted, you have excellent taste. How did you acquire it?"
"My human life." Julian shuddered, the thought of being human now disgusting to him. "I was a homosexual and many said I had the best taste in men."
She laughed, her fangs sparkling in the moon light. "I knew I made you a vampire for a reason, my dear, you will be my toy hunter. You can have the second choice among the vampires; you will also command my army when I am not around too. How does that sound to you."
"I thank you, my lady, it will be my pleasure to be at your service."
"Good, I'm am glad this pleases you. You have done well for me." Julian turned to go, but her voice stopped him, "but one thing, I was not there when he was taken, I was else were, on business." She watched him, wanting to know if he would dare ask her what, like her last second hand, he had not been very smart, and not very tasteful, and she had staked[1] him.
"I understand, what do you wish to know of his taking."
She moved closer to him, her lips next to his ear. "How did he taste?"
***
Harry was carrying a bouquet of irises that he'd conjured, as he walked next to Loshea. She was digging around in her messenger bag as she talked, but every so often she'd stop and make a lot of gestures. Loshea talked a lot with her hands, a lot of gestures, sometimes she'd start using sign language, out of habit. One of her best friends in America had been deaf and had taught her how to sign. She'd invited Harry to come visit Sophie with her before they went down to dinner.
"Madame Pomfrey sent me an owl this morning, she said that they were improving and should be able to leave tomorrow morning. I'm kinda surprised but Madame Pomfrey knows best I guess." She looked over at Harry, who was staring at his feet. "You ok, Harry?"
"Hmmm." Harry looked up at Loshea, his eyes focusing on her for the first time.
"You seem out of sorts, whats up?"
"I don't know, I'm just thinking. Nothing is really wrong but I was just thinking about Sophie and Dean, how did they both get attacked like that, I swear Madame Pomfrey is out of her mind to let them go like that."
"You can't really judge Harry, we're not experts here." Loshea frowned down at her bag, and then she smiled and pulled out a sheet of parchment. "Here this is what she wrote me."
Harry glanced over the letter and shrugged. He picked at an imaginary piece of lint on his slacks as he followed Loshea into the hospital wing. He'd tried to look his best for Sophie, trying to tame is hair into something decent. Loshea looked her usual self, pretty in that 'I don't really care' kinda way. She was wearing a white men's dress shirt, tied up in the middle of her stomach, a black leotard, and green pair of shorts, with a pair of sandals. Her hair was wound in a tight bun at the back of her neck. Her skin glowed with the look of exercise. She had just finished working on her Pointe drills, and she looked contently tired.
"Sophie, how're you feeling?" Loshea sat on her sister's bed as she sat up to great the visitors.
"I'm fine, drained but fine." Sophie leaned closer to her sister and they started whispering back and forth. Harry looked over at Dean. He looked stronger then normal.
"Whats up dude." Dean asked rolling over so he was facing Harry."
"Just visiting Sophie." Harry said with a shrug trying to hide the flowers before Dean could see them. But unfortunately Deans eyes where faster then Harry's reflexes.
"Ah, visiting the girlfriend with the girlfriends sister, ah what a life huh."
Harry laughed lightly as the blushed spread down his neck.
"Hey Harry." Sophie leaned back against the pillows on her bed.
"Sophie! I brought you these, I figured they'd brighten it up around here a little." He handed the bouquet of lilies to Sophie.
"Thanks," She sat up and kissed him gently.
"We gotta get going to dinner Soph, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Loshea said
Sophie nodded and watched them exit though the door, Harry suddenly talking, while Loshea looked paler, and less sure of herself then when she walked in.
"Well, Miss Sophie. What have you learned form your sister?" Dean swung him self off the hospital bed and looked around for his shoes.
"Nothing important, she wanted to know if I was really all right, and blah blah blah." Sophie sighed, "She's such a noising bitch." Her eyes narrow, "where are you going?"
"I need to go for a walk." He said, as he moved toward the door, his eyes dark. The lights had started to hurt his eyes; he felt a strong urge to go out side into the open space. He had to get out of this confined area, with no room to breath in. He slipped out the great double doors and into the night. He meandered toward the forest, his eyes focused on a specific spot in the woods, as he got closer, a shape of a woman began to form, and then a shaft of moonlight fell on her, her white dress illuminated in the dark. She ran her tongue over her lips, and beaconed him toward her, he came full heartedly and let her take his hand and lead him into the woods.
"Come, my toy, let us have our fun." She whispered in his ear, and then all the things she would do to him, and what he would do to her. And then they disappeared into a flurry of skin and body parts. Then a moan like on of a wolf ripped though the night.
A/N- well one and all here we are, the sequel, sorry it took so long, I've been working on other story's for fictionpress.com, I'll try to keep this up as long as I can. ----------------------- [1] Basically she put a stake though his heart, you know the wooden kind, the only way vampires are destroyed. Well one way in this story.